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I get pissed tho—pisses me right off—when folks judge ‘em harsh. Like, who are you, mate? The dad in “The Return” screams, “You’re nothing!” at his boys—same vibe. These girls, they’re surviving, yeah? Some choose it, some don’t, but it’s work. Hard fuckin’ work. Happiest I felt was hearin’ this tale—some lass in Amsterdam’s Red Light once tricked a punter into buyin’ her a pony. A PONY! She’s my hero, swear down.

Carte et plan d'Équeurdreville-Hainneville

Équeurdreville-Hainneville, a commune in the Manche department of the Normandy region of northern France; Équeurdreville, the community that merged with Hainneville on January 1, .

Hahaha, oh gosh, what's next? So, besides chillin’, I often wander down to the outskirts near the old rail tracks. The vibe there – raw, a little mad, almost nostalgic. It’s like every stone there got a story in it. One more thing… sometimes the winds sound like whispers from that movie: “the earth is a lonely stage, and every strut is our breath,” well, something like that, ya know?